My Heart’s At the Arrows
Hello to the arrows, where the motion takes place;
Hello to all the champions I will have to face;
Hello to the burning inside my soul;
I bet you never thought I would love to bowl.
My heart's at the arrows, my heart is not lost;
My heart's at the arrows, where the ball is tossed.
The ball is tossed and rolling toward the trembling pins;
As I turn around, I can see my coaches' grins.
I never thought I would want this the way I do;
But I guess my father always knew;
There was something in him, that I wish I could have had;
And now I feel it. I think we both found our fad.
Farewell to the life that I used to lead;
Farewell to the things that forbid me to proceed;
Farewell to the people who held me in chains;
For I am breaking free, here, on the lanes.
My heart's at the arrows, my heart is not lost;
My heart's at the arrows, where the ball is tossed.
The ball is tossed and rolling toward the trembling pins;
As I turn around, I can see my coaches' grins.
For in the sky, I fly high;
Never looking down, and never asking "why"
As I push myself more and more;
I open up yet another door.
You cannot stop me, for I will never quit;
And after each good shot, I will scream: “this is it."
You can try to tear me down, and you can try to win;
But I can tell you this: this is where my passion begins.
This sport brings out the best in me,
And it has shown me all that I can be.
This is for everyone who told me I couldn’t succeed,
And this is for those who never believed.
But believing in yourself does marvelous things,
And the crashing of pins in my ears forever will ring.
It is clear to me now that it is my time to fly,
Now all odds I must defy.